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    By Divya Victor

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    *Author’s work has been recognized internationally and has been translated into French, German, Spanish, and Czech.
    *Of interest to anyone who reads poetry as a way to understand power differences in the US.
    *Of interest to feminist, queer, South Asian readers, writers, students & scholars.
    *Author has been a Mark Diamond Research Fellow at the U.S Holocaust Memorial Museum, a Riverrun Fellow at the Archive for New Poetry at University of California San Diego, and a Writer in Residence at the Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibit (L.A.C.E.).
    *Author’s work has been performed and installed at Museum of Contemporary Art (MoCA) Los Angeles, The National Gallery of Singapore, and the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA).
    *Author is Associate Professor of English at Michigan State University
    *Author was an Editor at Jacket2 (2017- 2020)
    *Author has held positions as am Assistant Professor at Nanyang Technological University, Lecturer at University at Buffalo, Teaching Artist at Just Buffalo Literary Center, and an Instructor at Temple University
    *Author holds a PhD in English from the University of Buffalo and MFA from Temple University
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNightboat Books
    Release dateApr 27, 2021
    ISBN9781643621043
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      Book preview

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      DIVYA VICTOR

      Nightboat Books

      New York

      Copyright © 2021 by Divya Victor

      All rights reserved

      Printed in the United States

      Print ISBN: 978-1-64362-070-1

      Ebook ISBN: 978-1-64362-104-3

      Cover design by Karin Aue

      Text design and typesetting by HR Hegnauer

      Text set in Avenir and Sabon

      Cataloging-in-publication data is available from the Library of Congress

      Nightboat Books

      New York

      www.nightboat.org

      CONTENTS

      SETTLEMENT

      HEDGES

      PLOTS

      BLOOD / SOIL

      PETITIONS (FOR AN ALIEN RELATIVE)

      LOCUTION / LOCATION

      THRESHOLD

      MILESTONES

      LANDSCAPES (AS PORTRAITS)

      MORE CURBS

      PAVEMENT

      FREQUENCY (ALKA’S TESTIMONY)

      ESTATES: LAST OFFICES CONCERNING THE CURBS OF THE BODY

      NOTES & OBJECTS CITED

      This book was made to witness the following irreducible facts: these men once lived; they loved; they were loved; the United States of America is responsible for the force of feeling and action that ended their lives.

      May their names never be forgotten.

      ______________________, since you asked:

      yes; I am

      afraid all

      the time; all

      the places are all

      the same to me; all

      of us are the same to all

      of them; this is all

      that matters; all

      of us don’t matter at all.

      — My mother, as we pull my child

      in a Radio Flyer wagon painted Cinnabar or

      Hemoglobin. We are dragging all that blood around

      in the afternoon with the fear

      set soft in limbs roving the sidewalks

      o’er the land of the free & the home of the brave.

      SETTLEMENT

      Settlers, over the land, over the sea

      over the tile, over the stone floors

      settlers over the furs, over the pinewood planks

      of the house settled, the houses settled into the ground

      the houses so buried; settling

      pulling life like splinters

      from the toboggans & caravans pulling cargo

      settled out of suitcases, settled down

      we settled in & so settled we

      into our ways & with those ways did we settle

      for this emptying of history

      for this sternum rent in two

      for this conscience as quiet

      as the snap of a wishbone

      sucked white.

      HEDGES

      Through the skin, the world & the body touch, defining their common border (edge). Contingency means mutual touching (common tangency).

      —Michel Serres, The Five Senses

      first there was a sea

      & then there was a knot of hair

      first there was a line

      & then there was a story

      how do the dead wait

      in this tunnel

      this tomb of book & breast

      patient

      1.

      at the consulate, the line

      for birth certificates is the line

      for death certificates

      was the child born beyond a boundary?

      was the boundary wrought in gunmetal & grain?

      when they pull her out

      the trundle of my pelvis

      rattles (but doesn’t give way)

      in the prattle of the operating theatre

      she arrives like a slap

      backwards, fleeing the face, the palm indigo

      smarting from flight. Our shared border is a fist

      unfurling; a red flag

      her, a thing pink

      found in the maraud

      taken as a peel is, further & further from the fruit

      until plum descends to plumb,

      until a sound, long & lean, turns into a kind of skin

      her, a thing inked

      fleeced by charter

      were the parents held by the law?

      FS-240

      did they love in the same language?

      DS-1350

      they first lift

      serosa from serosa

      arouse all the roses, prick each thorn

      hum sub rosa

      a song known to someone born

      before you

      aariroariraro

      aariroariraro

      aararoarira ro

      2.

      to pleach a tree, we take the dead

      stem & braid it to a living branch

      until a hedge thickens

      until the braids come undone & the schoolyard

      dusts black hair red

      until, at the hospital ward, my cries command

      the clouds to the window

      cumulusalluviallunatic

      each breath quests a gust, counts to five

      makes a list of the names for god

      twin simoons strand us both at the tear

      where earth parts from earth

      our zikr; , our partition

      awaking to daylight assembly

      from one, many

      e ovum pluribus

      usus

      strung on suture

      a flag dryingsaffron&egg white&succulent

      on a clothes line

      aloe, an organ; saffron, an ovary

      patient’s water intact, 48 hours later

      they sweep the membrane

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